Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

Danzhou City.

An ancient and quaint mansion.

Inside the room, a young man, wearing a yellow cloth on his head, was seated in the center, closing his eyes to rest.

There was no superfluous sound in the hall.

"Report..."

At this moment, a series of urgent footsteps broke the indoor silence.

An ordinary sect member hurried in, looking solemn and said, "Church Envoy, something has changed outside."

Shen Xiaohu, the Huang Tian Sect's Church Envoy, lightly raised his hand at these words, gesturing for the other to continue.

His voice was low and magnetic: "Speak."

The young Church Envoy hastily reported: "Church Envoy, the dispute over the ancient relics opportunities just outside Danzhou City has heavily cost our Huang Tian Sect, with many brothers and sisters meeting with disaster. The martial masters from the Jing Luan Assembly have faced the same, and now they are all gathered around the relic site."

Shen Xiaohu slowly opened his slightly squinted eyes: "What's the current situation with the ancient relic?"

The ordinary sect member of Huang Tian Sect hurriedly replied: "It's already disappeared."

"So fast!"

Shen Xiaohu's face showed surprise, as if he realized something, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Good, they are all gathered together; this is indeed a heaven-sent opportunity."

He withdrew his hand, slowly stood up, and his robe fluttered.

Shen Xiaohu took two steps forward, quickly instructing the sect members in front of him: "Pass the order, secretly mobilize personnel, and arrange the 'Nine Heavens Absolute Kill Array'. Let those dogs of the court see the power of our Huang Tian Sect, never to mistake the mere possession of martial machines for the peace of mind!"

"Yes, Church Envoy!" The sect members, upon hearing this, flashed a trace of fervor in their eyes.

He bowed to take orders, spread his hands, and devoutly said to the sky: "Huang Tian above, thick earth below."

Shen Xiaohu also made the same gesture: "Huang Tian above, thick earth below! May Huang Tian bless us, all things go smoothly!"

The sect members turned resolutely and left.

Shen Xiaohu's face couldn't help but reveal a few traces of joy.

The Huang Tian Sect is skilled in talisman and array formation, treading a unique path in the Martial Arts-dominated Great Zhou world.

After so many years of development, it has vaguely grown into a massive force capable of rivaling the Ji family of Dazhou.

And he has already established a firm foothold in the Huang Tian Sect.

Because of this, the upper Commander gave him a killing array named 'Nine Heavens Absolute Kill Array'.

With this formation, killing ten thousand martial masters would be no problem.

Another major achievement.

His luck was indeed excellent.

Shen Xiaohu's face flashed with excitement, hurriedly walking towards the outside to preside over the formation.

...

At the same time.

At the place where the ancient relics appeared, countless martial masters and Huang Tian Sect Saints were mingled together.

Originally, the numbers along with the Huang Tian Sect reached forty to fifty thousand, but now after mutual slaughter on the way and the mishaps behind the relics, less than half remain.

Looking around, the martial masters participating from the Jing Luan Assembly are estimated to number less than ten thousand.

Most have died within the relics.

Now, even the corpses are nowhere to be found.

The surviving martial masters of the Jing Luan Assembly are no longer as frenzied as before, having restored much of their rationality, they gathered naturally around each family's noble sons, depending on each other and ceased their fighting.

Meanwhile, the followers of the Huang Tian Sect each quickly searched for their own scattered teams to find their leaders.

A clear line naturally divided them from the martial masters of the Jing Luan Assembly, forming two great camps, becoming clearly differentiated.

Shen Qing silently walked forward, maintaining a low profile, with no intentions of initiating conflict with anyone.

He took two steps forward and suddenly stopped.

With the support of the [Hunting Scripture], his eyes were sharp and he spotted two familiar figures not far ahead—Xie Rui and Li Wenze.

At this moment, the two looked pale, their breaths somewhat disordered, standing together with the still-living supervision team soldiers.

When Shen Qing fixed his gaze on them, the two sensed his eyesight and turned to look back, their eyes meeting.

Xie Rui and Li Wenze were slightly surprised.

So many people died, and with their pursuit, Shen Qing still appears in front of them safe and sound, surprising them inexplicably.

They couldn't understand why this person was so hard to kill.

But soon, their gazes unintentionally fell on the dagger in Shen Qing's hand flickering with a dark glow, and their faces changed subtly.

Having collected spiritual treasures from the relics, they recognized the style of this knife, clearly a spiritual treasure from the relics!

Why!

Why is his luck so good?

We consecutively damaged two priceless treasure weapons and got nothing?

Why could he, with such cultivation, obtain a treasure from the relics?

This is a relic from Ancient Times, rare and unattainable.

Gradually, the frozen expressions on Xie Rui and Li Wenze's faces slowly turned into anger, jealousy...

Xie Rui even stepped out, pointing at Shen Qing from afar, shouting: "Look quickly, this person holds the ultimate treasure from the relics! He possesses the relics' remnants!"

His voice was slightly sharp due to excitement, suppressing the surrounding noise.

These words were like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring layer upon layer of ripples.

The crowd turned their gazes towards Shen Qing's location, fixating on the dagger in his hand, eyes keen.

"To the finder goes the share, leave the ultimate treasure behind, or you'll not leave alive today!"

In an instant, the emotions of both Jing Luan Assembly's martial masters and Huang Tian Sect's followers were ignited by an invisible force, intertwining, transforming into torrents that surged toward Shen Qing's direction.

The air was thick with an explosive tension.

The martial master closest to Shen Qing, eyes bloodshot, flew towards Shen Qing.

Like a leopard pouncing on prey, he extended sharp claws, attempting to snatch the dagger from Shen Qing's waist.

Shen Qing's eyes were as calm as water, without any retreat, instead his chest welled up with a surge of defiance.

He brandished the knife, the air erupted with thunderous roars and brilliant lightning.

Boom!

Amidst an extremely sharp wind sound, a splash of blood burst forth in the air like a rose, brilliantly and brutally dispersed.

The air was filled with the dense smell of blood.

The martial master who recklessly attempted to close in was now split in two, lying in a pool of blood.

Facing the masses of martial masters charging towards him, Shen Qing held the knife and fiercely shouted: "If you aren't afraid to die, just come on!"

In that moment, he looked around and found enemies everywhere.